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Description
Name: Cirrus
A type of thin wispy cloud
Age: Two Years
Gender: Male
Breed: Javannese mix
Clan: Airclan
Rank: Monk

Disability: Blind
How it happened:
While hunting a Catowl. The creature got out of hand and sliced his claws across his face in an attempt to free itself.
Transitioning:
Becoming blind was a major blow for Cirrus. It took him a long while to adjust. As a cat that relayed on his sight most of the time it was very difficult. However he began to learn how to adjust, he practiced his ears, his sense more and more every day. Eventually he found a small piece of cloth, and with some help tied it around his eyes. Once he could no longer even see the faintest flickers of light he began to slowly accept what had happened to him. However it changed him. He become more quiet, more reserved, more in tune with himself. He moved away from the other members of the clan as he tried to figure out what he was going to do now. He desperately did not want to have to retire being so young, but it seemed to be the only really option for a cat with no eyesight. Until he discovered something. Air. An element he had used all his life could help him. Cirrus learned, ever so slowly, how to tap into the feeling of the wind, he could use it to learn what was around him, by listening to the sounds of the wind shifting around objects. Having discovered this the tom cat has slowly began to come out of his reclused nature. It also helps make him hunt ground animals very well, though being as it's wind his senses can often be off or misplaced.

Pelt type: Velvet soft to the touch. His fur is like a cloud.
Basic Description: Cirrus is a light creamy brown colored tom cat with darker brown markers on his face chest and under belly. His front toes are also the dark brown. On his neck back and shoulders he has a splattering of very dark brown spots that dont seem to hold any real pattern. His body is thin and lean, his legs long and his tail a feathery mass of fur.

Bending:
Cirrus tries to take a passive approach to bending. He tends to enjoy learning the skills that have to do with breath the most. He loves to learn the ways in which he can control the air flow that naturally comes through his body. However he is also interested in learning about the means in which he can disable another cat with his skills. Being blind it is more difficult for him to fight so, Cirrus has learned if he can debilitate his opponent then he might be able to gain the upper hand.
Skills:
Novice
-Air Ball
-Breath of wind
-Suction
Advanced
-n/a

Personality:
Positive

Unjudging- With his disability the tom cat has become a very unjudging tom. He doesn't care what you may look like or what it is you may have done in your past, or even the things that may be wrong with you. He is willing to become friends with everyone, because thats how he wants others to see him. He doesnt want to be seen for his disability, he wants to be seen for who he is now and his personality. So he does his best to learn about a cat as much as he can before he passes a judgement upon them.

Freindly- Cirrus tends to be a pretty friendly cat once you get him out of his shell. He likes to talk and go on walks. He'll cuddle and groom and even may be up for a play fight or to. He cats a good deal like a young kitten when he really gets to know another cat. When he doesnt know someone very well he will do his best to be pleasant and polite. He tries his hardest to smile and keep the conversation going, though sometimes he fails in this and will withdraw himself from the conversation.

Passifistic- He avoids fighting at all costs to put it simply. In more detail this tom cat actually seems to get ill at the idea of fighting. It jars him so much to think about that it is simply not something he can handle. He knows there are times when he must, and so pushes past his discomfort and goes on his way as his duties require. Yet if given the choice Cirrus will always run the other way from a fight with his tail between his legs.

Negitive

Reclusive- Cirrus does have times when he very much so likes to keep to himself. He will find a hidden stop to nap or meditate or even simply practice his bending in peace. He likes to settle in a high place and take time to himself. Though while he tries to keep this to a minimum more often then not the tom finds the need to be alone and so ends up moving away from the large group of the clan and keeping to himself for many hours at a time when there is not work to be done.

Nervous- Cirrus is a flighty cat. While this may stem from his extreme pacifistic nature, it may also simply be a part of the tom. He is jumpy and often spooked by even little things he did not hear or sense near by. He does not like being snuck up on in the least. After a long time of talking to another cat he might also start to get nervous, this often shown through a shuffling of his paws or the swishing of his tail back and forth across the ground behind him.

Soft Spoken- Cirrus voice is naturally low already, and it doesnt help at all that he normally mumbles or talks softly under his breath. This is a trait that stems from his nervousness. He keeps his voice low and soft so if he says something that a cat might not like then he can easily be misheard or not heard at all. Though Cirrus has learned this trait is a problem and is trying rather hard to becoming comfortable with projecting himself and being louder as he talks.

Nuetral

Dependent- This tom cat, though he sorely wants to be able to focus and be on his own, has become rather dependent on other cats. Not only because he is blind, as he has learned to manage and cope with this disability, but also because of his nervousness. When he finds a cat that he connects with he comes attached and dependent on them.

Gentle- Cirrus isnt just gentle with the cats around him. He is gentle with everything, with prey and with flowers and the wind. He wants to care and love all of it. This tom cat spend much of his day meditating or moving around their mountainy land. He enjoys helping tend for plants and even injured animals if is it safe enough to get near them. He wants to help, to care of things.

Background:

[Before]
Two Airclan cats met and fell in love. Cypress was a pretty she-cat sleek and creame color with a dappled pelt that shined under the winter sun light. Hawk was a sturdy looking tom cat, he was dark, with a rugged coat and a built for for an airclan cat. He had a lot tail, and sleek then features. The two were great warriors, kind and sweet. Yet they were always for their clan, it was the only thing they could really think about. So it was a mystery how to two clan driven cats fell in love in the first place. Some say it was before of their strong focus on the clan and their meditations, and in a way that would be right. They spent their days hunting together, carrying out patrols, doing the things they needed to do. They were always together. When meditating they would lay close together, their pelts touching as though it increased their focus. They would eat together, a single piece of prey split among them. They groomed each other, slept in the same nest. These two cats couldnt be told apart. Yet, they didnt think about starting a family, instead focusing all of their time on serving and living for their clan. Yet they were still very much for each other. They two cats were deeply in love, and did think about starting a family a few times before. Yet everything time the conversation seemed to stray to something else, something more important to them then having a littler of kittens. Finally after months of talking they came to agreement, that later in their years they would have kittens. When they finally reached the age of retirement they slowly began to feel more ready. They felt they now had the time, the experience to raise a kitten to the best of their abilities. They could be the parents that the kittens they would produce needed. The kind of parents they had always wanted to be. They had lived together for many moons, staying simply as mates with no children.Now at the nearly the age of retirement the thought it was time to start a real family. They understood the risks of having kittens when they were both so elderly already but the two cats went through with it anyways. They set up a small network, a cat that would be willing to take care of their children if something should happen to them once they were born or soon after. A cat they could be there for the kits and teach them they ways that Cypress and Hawk had always hoped to be able to teach their young one. After a month of trying, three months later they were blessed with a single male kitten. The birth had gone splendid, and both mother and baby were healthy. While the two had hopped for many months while they were waiting to have at least several small little ones to look after they were still happy none the less with their one son.

[Kit hood]
Cirrus was born in late spring when summer would soon grip the land. He was the only child of Cypress and Hawk. Cirrus was a happy kitten. He played and romped around and caused trouble. He liked to play with the older cats and sneak into dens he wasnt suppose to be in. Yet out of everything, this tom's favorite thing to do was creep out of the nest while his mother was sleeping and lay down with the elders and listen to their tales. He loved their stories more then anything else. He would spend hours with them, doing small tasks like removing ticks, or cleaning out the hard parts of their bedding just for a chance to stay and listen. He would ask them for story after story until his mother finally came to fetch them to give the elderly cats some piece of mind.

Also very early on he tried to learn his bending. Even before he became old enough to handle his powers he was begging his father for lessons. He wanted to know, wanted to understand how it worked. He had a fascination with breath. How the air moved slowly in and out of a cats body, how it gave life. He wanted to learn the ways to control it, to help a cat breath, to maybe even use his powers for battle. Yet at such a young age Cirrus did not think about that sort of thing. Instead he was simply fascinated with the idea of it.

However being so young there was not much that his father could do to help sate the young kitten's curiosity. So instead he taught him about the first element of bending. Meditation. He showed Cirrus how to clear his mind, how to focus himself, how to connect with those that had passed on before him. So Cirrus practiced, and he did it a lot. He found a spot, in the same up on a rock, where he would sit for hours at a time with his eyes closed and his tail around his paws. He listened, and focused, clearing his mind and trying his hardest to do what it was his father had told him he needed to do.

Aside from the meditation he leaned the basic movements of certain moves. While he could not actually do the bending itself he learned the motions. Began to practice controlling his body and his steps. The movements of his tail and paws and head. He practiced and practiced until each movement was as fluid and smooth as a young kitten could get then.

To Cirrus he was ready to become an apprentice. He wanted to learn, he wanted to be able to do more then meditate and practice the movements to bending he couldnt truly do yet. He was ready, he wanted more then what he could get as a kitten. Yet he was only just a kitten and Cirrus knew this. So for now, he contended himself with the things he had.

[Apprenticeship]
By the time he had become an apprentice he was more then ready for the things that were coming to him. The hyper nature that he had devolved as a kitten had gone down tremendously. He was mature, ready to begin the tasks that he would be given everyday. Cirrus was sure above all else that he minded his mentor. He did everything the cat told him to. He never missed an assignment, a hunting trip, a patrol. He never forgot a rule or order, he never forgot a chore. He wanted to be the best. He wanted to show his mentor that he could be the best, that he could be more then what was expected of an apprentice of his age. So he tried hard, harder then he had ever tried to do anything before.

Bending, he finally began to learn how to control his powers. With the fluidity he had gained from practicing his movements to much as a young kitten it did not take much for him to be able to began to work his powers. However he was soon to discover that doing the movements with his body and putting actual force behind his attacks were two very different things. For all the preparation that he had as a kitten Cirrus started off where every other apprentice always had before him. He had no idea what it was that he was doing. Yet he learned. His mentor was patient in teaching him all of the things that he needed, his tweaking his movements so they were neat and smooth, so the cat flowed like the air itself when he bent.

Though while bending was his favorite aspect it was not the only thing the young tom had to learn how to do. Hunting was a big part of his training. He learned how to hunt all sorts of things, from frogs to catowls. If it could be caught he learned just how to capture it, how to kill it quickly and painlessly as possible. He learned to fight, carefully learning each battle move the best he could. Fighting he hated the most. He did not like to fight. He was not unusually battle hardened like his father. The mere idea of fighting made Cirrus want to run the other way. The mere idea of flashing his claws at another cat made him want to double over an retch. Yet he powered through it, he learned to fight with all the ability and grace his mentor was able to teach him.

The chores were something he dint mind any. They normally involved doing things that took care of the elders. So he got to spend plenty of time with his friends inside there. He would bring them food, clean their nests as he was told tales he had heard a hundred times already. Yet Cirrus never minded the repeat. He loved the history, the tales of the ancestors and the journies to and in the spirit world. He was almost as fascinated by them as he was by breath.

[Losing Everything]
His warrior life, did not start off as expected. His parents, who had retired and were now very old, passed away within a few weeks of one another. Cirrus was devastated. He knew it was going to happen soon, but he hadnt expected just how soon that they would be gone from his life. He laid beside their bodies for a long time when they finally passed unsure of how to coop with the loss of both of them so soon. Yet Cirrus managed. Slowly he began to force himself to return to the work that he knew he had to do. He began to preform his duties, to work and to hunt, because thats what he needed to do. He had to carry on. He had to help his clan. So he did.

His life began to develop a pattern. He did his duties, he ate and he slept, only to wake up the next morning and continue it all again. He didnt notice himself forming the pattern either. He didnt notice that his life had become so stale, so empty. All he did was work. The tom who hardly ever left the elders den, rarely met with his friends to talk anymore. Cirrus had come to terms with his life, he thought that this was the way he was going to be from now on. Yet all things do not last. When he was just shy of five months before becoming two years old, he was out hunting. He thought he had planned it perfectly, stalking a cat owl from down wind. He moved, leaped and his claws slipped on the feathers. The creature turned and lashed out at him, blinding him.

Then came the time where he had to learn to cope again. How to live and function without something that he had relied on all of his life. His sight was everything. He used to to get around to see to move and to function. He used it to practice his bending to watch his opponents to stalk his prey. Every bit of his life had now changed. He could no longer see. The tom can spent weeks in the healers care, slowly healing from the trauma to his eyes and from the emotional pain that wracked him at such a harsh loss. More then anything else now he yearned for his mother. Yet he didnt have that comfort. So he had to heal on his own. It took months, and Cirrus slowly began to overcome the things that he had faced with. He learned how to use his bending to help him, how to sense what was around him, how to listen to the wind and the noises it made when it bounced and skittered around objects. He learned to hunt again, how to be a member of the clan that could still work and function. Cirrus did not want to retire. He wanted to work, to live within his clan mates. So he did whatever it took to learn, to be able to do just as much as they could. .(More on his transition in the "Transition" Section above)

[Now]
-To Be Unlocked in Rp-

Family:

Mother- Cypress(deceased)
Father- Hawk(deceased)
Sibilings- none

Mate- none
Kittens- none

Sexual:
Orrientation- Pansexual
Mate- N/a
Crushes- N/a

Relationships:
Relastionship chart found [here]

Roleplay Sample:

From Their-Dark-Eden

Zayif didn’t remember passing out. In fact he hadn’t gone out completely, a few times he had, his world spinning and going black. The sounds the sights the smells all disappearing from his senses. When he started to come to the first time in was laying in the middle of the ground, he could smell rain, he knew he needed to get up, needed to move find shelter. His vision went out with that feeling. The second time a trickle of light came to his eyes he was being jostled back and forth by a fast moving creature underneath him. Something had picked him up and was caring him. His vision and scent didn’t come back to him this time, but he could hear the crunch of fast moving paws, the steady drip drip drip of rain against the floor, and the tiny whimpers of pain coming out of his own jaws as he was jostled and dripped upon by the acidic rain. He slipped away again at the stinging of it on his back.

The third time he really did begin to come to his senses then. The first thing he noticed was the cold stone he was laying on, hadn't he just been upon the back of a soft coated dog? he could have sworn he had been close to another, he left the warmed and the tickle of fur. Slowly the dog tried to pick its head up. He gave a groan of defeated when he couldn’t even manage that. Zayif made a noise, a half whimper half groan. He couldn’t feel his body, couldn’t get it to respond to his struggled movements, but he did manage to open his eyes. He blinked a few times before the world would focus and he could see what was going on around him. He was in some sort of cave, rain pouring down outside and pattering against the ground in harsh rough splats that didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping. He heard breathing, the shifting of another animal settling down a few feet away.

Ah, this must have been the dog that saved him. Zayif raised his head, it was slow and struggled but he got it up from the ground and swung his head to look at the dog that had saved him. He had been saved? That was an even more baffling thought, but what he saw confused him even more. It was the white masked edener, the one that had chased him off from the stream bank. He blinked at him a few times before croaking out "Y-you brought m-me to safety?"

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Description
Name: Cirrus
A type of thin wispy cloud
Age: Two Years
Gender: Male
Breed: Javannese mix
Clan: Airclan
Rank: Monk

Disability: Blind
How it happened:
While hunting a Catowl. The creature got out of hand and sliced his claws across his face in an attempt to free itself.
Transitioning:
Becoming blind was a major blow for Cirrus. It took him a long while to adjust. As a cat that relayed on his sight most of the time it was very difficult. However he began to learn how to adjust, he practiced his ears, his sense more and more every day. Eventually he found a small piece of cloth, and with some help tied it around his eyes. Once he could no longer even see the faintest flickers of light he began to slowly accept what had happened to him. However it changed him. He become more quiet, more reserved, more in tune with himself. He moved away from the other members of the clan as he tried to figure out what he was going to do now. He desperately did not want to have to retire being so young, but it seemed to be the only really option for a cat with no eyesight. Until he discovered something. Air. An element he had used all his life could help him. Cirrus learned, ever so slowly, how to tap into the feeling of the wind, he could use it to learn what was around him, by listening to the sounds of the wind shifting around objects. Having discovered this the tom cat has slowly began to come out of his reclused nature. It also helps make him hunt ground animals very well, though being as it's wind his senses can often be off or misplaced.

Pelt type: Velvet soft to the touch. His fur is like a cloud.
Basic Description: Cirrus is a light creamy brown colored tom cat with darker brown markers on his face chest and under belly. His front toes are also the dark brown. On his neck back and shoulders he has a splattering of very dark brown spots that dont seem to hold any real pattern. His body is thin and lean, his legs long and his tail a feathery mass of fur.

Bending:
Cirrus tries to take a passive approach to bending. He tends to enjoy learning the skills that have to do with breath the most. He loves to learn the ways in which he can control the air flow that naturally comes through his body. However he is also interested in learning about the means in which he can disable another cat with his skills. Being blind it is more difficult for him to fight so, Cirrus has learned if he can debilitate his opponent then he might be able to gain the upper hand.
Skills:
Novice
-Air Ball
-Breath of wind
-Suction
Advanced
-n/a

Personality:
Positive

Unjudging- With his disability the tom cat has become a very unjudging tom. He doesn't care what you may look like or what it is you may have done in your past, or even the things that may be wrong with you. He is willing to become friends with everyone, because thats how he wants others to see him. He doesnt want to be seen for his disability, he wants to be seen for who he is now and his personality. So he does his best to learn about a cat as much as he can before he passes a judgement upon them.

Freindly- Cirrus tends to be a pretty friendly cat once you get him out of his shell. He likes to talk and go on walks. He'll cuddle and groom and even may be up for a play fight or to. He cats a good deal like a young kitten when he really gets to know another cat. When he doesnt know someone very well he will do his best to be pleasant and polite. He tries his hardest to smile and keep the conversation going, though sometimes he fails in this and will withdraw himself from the conversation.

Passifistic- He avoids fighting at all costs to put it simply. In more detail this tom cat actually seems to get ill at the idea of fighting. It jars him so much to think about that it is simply not something he can handle. He knows there are times when he must, and so pushes past his discomfort and goes on his way as his duties require. Yet if given the choice Cirrus will always run the other way from a fight with his tail between his legs.

Negitive

Reclusive- Cirrus does have times when he very much so likes to keep to himself. He will find a hidden stop to nap or meditate or even simply practice his bending in peace. He likes to settle in a high place and take time to himself. Though while he tries to keep this to a minimum more often then not the tom finds the need to be alone and so ends up moving away from the large group of the clan and keeping to himself for many hours at a time when there is not work to be done.

Nervous- Cirrus is a flighty cat. While this may stem from his extreme pacifistic nature, it may also simply be a part of the tom. He is jumpy and often spooked by even little things he did not hear or sense near by. He does not like being snuck up on in the least. After a long time of talking to another cat he might also start to get nervous, this often shown through a shuffling of his paws or the swishing of his tail back and forth across the ground behind him.

Soft Spoken- Cirrus voice is naturally low already, and it doesnt help at all that he normally mumbles or talks softly under his breath. This is a trait that stems from his nervousness. He keeps his voice low and soft so if he says something that a cat might not like then he can easily be misheard or not heard at all. Though Cirrus has learned this trait is a problem and is trying rather hard to becoming comfortable with projecting himself and being louder as he talks.

Nuetral

Dependent- This tom cat, though he sorely wants to be able to focus and be on his own, has become rather dependent on other cats. Not only because he is blind, as he has learned to manage and cope with this disability, but also because of his nervousness. When he finds a cat that he connects with he comes attached and dependent on them.

Gentle- Cirrus isnt just gentle with the cats around him. He is gentle with everything, with prey and with flowers and the wind. He wants to care and love all of it. This tom cat spend much of his day meditating or moving around their mountainy land. He enjoys helping tend for plants and even injured animals if is it safe enough to get near them. He wants to help, to care of things.

Background:

[Before]
Two Airclan cats met and fell in love. Cypress was a pretty she-cat sleek and creame color with a dappled pelt that shined under the winter sun light. Hawk was a sturdy looking tom cat, he was dark, with a rugged coat and a built for for an airclan cat. He had a lot tail, and sleek then features. The two were great warriors, kind and sweet. Yet they were always for their clan, it was the only thing they could really think about. So it was a mystery how to two clan driven cats fell in love in the first place. Some say it was before of their strong focus on the clan and their meditations, and in a way that would be right. They spent their days hunting together, carrying out patrols, doing the things they needed to do. They were always together. When meditating they would lay close together, their pelts touching as though it increased their focus. They would eat together, a single piece of prey split among them. They groomed each other, slept in the same nest. These two cats couldnt be told apart. Yet, they didnt think about starting a family, instead focusing all of their time on serving and living for their clan. Yet they were still very much for each other. They two cats were deeply in love, and did think about starting a family a few times before. Yet everything time the conversation seemed to stray to something else, something more important to them then having a littler of kittens. Finally after months of talking they came to agreement, that later in their years they would have kittens. When they finally reached the age of retirement they slowly began to feel more ready. They felt they now had the time, the experience to raise a kitten to the best of their abilities. They could be the parents that the kittens they would produce needed. The kind of parents they had always wanted to be. They had lived together for many moons, staying simply as mates with no children.Now at the nearly the age of retirement the thought it was time to start a real family. They understood the risks of having kittens when they were both so elderly already but the two cats went through with it anyways. They set up a small network, a cat that would be willing to take care of their children if something should happen to them once they were born or soon after. A cat they could be there for the kits and teach them they ways that Cypress and Hawk had always hoped to be able to teach their young one. After a month of trying, three months later they were blessed with a single male kitten. The birth had gone splendid, and both mother and baby were healthy. While the two had hopped for many months while they were waiting to have at least several small little ones to look after they were still happy none the less with their one son.

[Kit hood]
Cirrus was born in late spring when summer would soon grip the land. He was the only child of Cypress and Hawk. Cirrus was a happy kitten. He played and romped around and caused trouble. He liked to play with the older cats and sneak into dens he wasnt suppose to be in. Yet out of everything, this tom's favorite thing to do was creep out of the nest while his mother was sleeping and lay down with the elders and listen to their tales. He loved their stories more then anything else. He would spend hours with them, doing small tasks like removing ticks, or cleaning out the hard parts of their bedding just for a chance to stay and listen. He would ask them for story after story until his mother finally came to fetch them to give the elderly cats some piece of mind.

Also very early on he tried to learn his bending. Even before he became old enough to handle his powers he was begging his father for lessons. He wanted to know, wanted to understand how it worked. He had a fascination with breath. How the air moved slowly in and out of a cats body, how it gave life. He wanted to learn the ways to control it, to help a cat breath, to maybe even use his powers for battle. Yet at such a young age Cirrus did not think about that sort of thing. Instead he was simply fascinated with the idea of it.

However being so young there was not much that his father could do to help sate the young kitten's curiosity. So instead he taught him about the first element of bending. Meditation. He showed Cirrus how to clear his mind, how to focus himself, how to connect with those that had passed on before him. So Cirrus practiced, and he did it a lot. He found a spot, in the same up on a rock, where he would sit for hours at a time with his eyes closed and his tail around his paws. He listened, and focused, clearing his mind and trying his hardest to do what it was his father had told him he needed to do.

Aside from the meditation he leaned the basic movements of certain moves. While he could not actually do the bending itself he learned the motions. Began to practice controlling his body and his steps. The movements of his tail and paws and head. He practiced and practiced until each movement was as fluid and smooth as a young kitten could get then.

To Cirrus he was ready to become an apprentice. He wanted to learn, he wanted to be able to do more then meditate and practice the movements to bending he couldnt truly do yet. He was ready, he wanted more then what he could get as a kitten. Yet he was only just a kitten and Cirrus knew this. So for now, he contended himself with the things he had.

[Apprenticeship]
By the time he had become an apprentice he was more then ready for the things that were coming to him. The hyper nature that he had devolved as a kitten had gone down tremendously. He was mature, ready to begin the tasks that he would be given everyday. Cirrus was sure above all else that he minded his mentor. He did everything the cat told him to. He never missed an assignment, a hunting trip, a patrol. He never forgot a rule or order, he never forgot a chore. He wanted to be the best. He wanted to show his mentor that he could be the best, that he could be more then what was expected of an apprentice of his age. So he tried hard, harder then he had ever tried to do anything before.

Bending, he finally began to learn how to control his powers. With the fluidity he had gained from practicing his movements to much as a young kitten it did not take much for him to be able to began to work his powers. However he was soon to discover that doing the movements with his body and putting actual force behind his attacks were two very different things. For all the preparation that he had as a kitten Cirrus started off where every other apprentice always had before him. He had no idea what it was that he was doing. Yet he learned. His mentor was patient in teaching him all of the things that he needed, his tweaking his movements so they were neat and smooth, so the cat flowed like the air itself when he bent.

Though while bending was his favorite aspect it was not the only thing the young tom had to learn how to do. Hunting was a big part of his training. He learned how to hunt all sorts of things, from frogs to catowls. If it could be caught he learned just how to capture it, how to kill it quickly and painlessly as possible. He learned to fight, carefully learning each battle move the best he could. Fighting he hated the most. He did not like to fight. He was not unusually battle hardened like his father. The mere idea of fighting made Cirrus want to run the other way. The mere idea of flashing his claws at another cat made him want to double over an retch. Yet he powered through it, he learned to fight with all the ability and grace his mentor was able to teach him.

The chores were something he dint mind any. They normally involved doing things that took care of the elders. So he got to spend plenty of time with his friends inside there. He would bring them food, clean their nests as he was told tales he had heard a hundred times already. Yet Cirrus never minded the repeat. He loved the history, the tales of the ancestors and the journies to and in the spirit world. He was almost as fascinated by them as he was by breath.

[Losing Everything]
His warrior life, did not start off as expected. His parents, who had retired and were now very old, passed away within a few weeks of one another. Cirrus was devastated. He knew it was going to happen soon, but he hadnt expected just how soon that they would be gone from his life. He laid beside their bodies for a long time when they finally passed unsure of how to coop with the loss of both of them so soon. Yet Cirrus managed. Slowly he began to force himself to return to the work that he knew he had to do. He began to preform his duties, to work and to hunt, because thats what he needed to do. He had to carry on. He had to help his clan. So he did.

His life began to develop a pattern. He did his duties, he ate and he slept, only to wake up the next morning and continue it all again. He didnt notice himself forming the pattern either. He didnt notice that his life had become so stale, so empty. All he did was work. The tom who hardly ever left the elders den, rarely met with his friends to talk anymore. Cirrus had come to terms with his life, he thought that this was the way he was going to be from now on. Yet all things do not last. When he was just shy of five months before becoming two years old, he was out hunting. He thought he had planned it perfectly, stalking a cat owl from down wind. He moved, leaped and his claws slipped on the feathers. The creature turned and lashed out at him, blinding him.

Then came the time where he had to learn to cope again. How to live and function without something that he had relied on all of his life. His sight was everything. He used to to get around to see to move and to function. He used it to practice his bending to watch his opponents to stalk his prey. Every bit of his life had now changed. He could no longer see. The tom can spent weeks in the healers care, slowly healing from the trauma to his eyes and from the emotional pain that wracked him at such a harsh loss. More then anything else now he yearned for his mother. Yet he didnt have that comfort. So he had to heal on his own. It took months, and Cirrus slowly began to overcome the things that he had faced with. He learned how to use his bending to help him, how to sense what was around him, how to listen to the wind and the noises it made when it bounced and skittered around objects. He learned to hunt again, how to be a member of the clan that could still work and function. Cirrus did not want to retire. He wanted to work, to live within his clan mates. So he did whatever it took to learn, to be able to do just as much as they could. .(More on his transition in the "Transition" Section above)

[Now]
-To Be Unlocked in Rp-

Family:

Mother- Cypress(deceased)
Father- Hawk(deceased)
Sibilings- none

Mate- none
Kittens- none

Sexual:
Orrientation- Pansexual
Mate- N/a
Crushes- N/a

Relationships:
Relastionship chart found [here]

Roleplay Sample:

From Their-Dark-Eden

Zayif didn’t remember passing out. In fact he hadn’t gone out completely, a few times he had, his world spinning and going black. The sounds the sights the smells all disappearing from his senses. When he started to come to the first time in was laying in the middle of the ground, he could smell rain, he knew he needed to get up, needed to move find shelter. His vision went out with that feeling. The second time a trickle of light came to his eyes he was being jostled back and forth by a fast moving creature underneath him. Something had picked him up and was caring him. His vision and scent didn’t come back to him this time, but he could hear the crunch of fast moving paws, the steady drip drip drip of rain against the floor, and the tiny whimpers of pain coming out of his own jaws as he was jostled and dripped upon by the acidic rain. He slipped away again at the stinging of it on his back.

The third time he really did begin to come to his senses then. The first thing he noticed was the cold stone he was laying on, hadn't he just been upon the back of a soft coated dog? he could have sworn he had been close to another, he left the warmed and the tickle of fur. Slowly the dog tried to pick its head up. He gave a groan of defeated when he couldn’t even manage that. Zayif made a noise, a half whimper half groan. He couldn’t feel his body, couldn’t get it to respond to his struggled movements, but he did manage to open his eyes. He blinked a few times before the world would focus and he could see what was going on around him. He was in some sort of cave, rain pouring down outside and pattering against the ground in harsh rough splats that didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping. He heard breathing, the shifting of another animal settling down a few feet away.

Ah, this must have been the dog that saved him. Zayif raised his head, it was slow and struggled but he got it up from the ground and swung his head to look at the dog that had saved him. He had been saved? That was an even more baffling thought, but what he saw confused him even more. It was the white masked edener, the one that had chased him off from the stream bank. He blinked at him a few times before croaking out "Y-you brought m-me to safety?"

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